Fish Scale Young Nudy (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Young Nudy & Gucci Mane]
(Mojo, that motherfucker crazy)
Get money
I tell you niggas, niggas can't tell me shit, nigga (Nothing)
How the fuck I'ma listen to a broke nigga, nigga?

[Chorus: Young Nudy & Gucci Mane]
Pyrex, pot water, nothin' but fish scale (Skrrt)
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (Trap)
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse (Damn)
Got to his spot, bust it down, damn he passed out (Huh)
And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out

[Verse 1: Young Nudy & Gucci Mane]
Don't you pull back up, nigga 'cause you assed out
We gon' take еverything that you got in your house
Know I play that boss game, location, your whеreabouts (Huh)
Every move that you make, nigga, I know where you out
Real robber, don't play with me
Ski mask, know it stay with me (Ooh)
Red bandana tied around my choppa when it spray with me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
After I get done, put on my chain like I'm Mr. T (What, brr)
And you know I sip on that easter pink
And you know that I roll up a big tree, call it palm
And I got another nigga bitch with me, call her calm
Said her nigga dickridin' niggas, he on pom-poms
That ain't how we rocking baby girl, where I come from
I'm straight out the 6